Give It Up intro [1] Was at t’ th’ local diner…fixin’ up a workin’ man’s lunch… You walk on in…them swingin’ doors…give m’ heart a 1-2-punch... now… Chorus Give it up……give it up……now...give it up… won't you...fill up m’ lovin’ cup…honey…come on girl…now give it up… [2] I was at th’ check-out counter…buyin’ fresh milk ‘n’ eggs… my head did a...double-shake…when I caught a shot a…those legs now… Chorus Give it up… …give it up……now...give it up… won't you...fill up m’ lovin’ cup…honey…come on girl…now give it up… Solos keys / guitar [3] I was at th' laundry-mat…washin' up a workin’ man clothes… You was at th’ next machine…washin’ up them…fish-net hose…now Chorus Give it up… …give it up……now...give it up… won't you...fill up m’ lovin’ cup…honey…come on girl…now...give it up… [4] I went t' th' movie house…t’ watch a midnight show… Couldn't watch th' silver screen…you was sittin’ in th’ front row… Chorus Give it up… …give it up……now...give it up… won't you...fill up m’ lovin’ cup…honey…come on girl…now give it up… won't you...fill up m’ lovin’ cup…honey…come on girl…now give it up… won't you...fill up m’ lovin’ cup…honey…come on girl…now give it up… Give it Up (c) Copyright Dec 21st 2013 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley - Kapoho HI - All Rights Reserved - www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Voo-doo Jinx intro riff [1] Way down in th’ swamp…down…’Louisiana’…way… Live a ‘ole woman…ain’t…got much…to say… But fo’…25 dolla’…oh…she… giv’…you…what…you need… Sh’ put a ‘spell’…on your ole man…an’ he cain’t…ne-ver…be freed… [2] He go to work’n’…ev’ry day…jus’ like he should… When y’ need a lover man…he’s made right outta wood… He keep his...eye in his head…oh he…won’t do…you no wrong… Ain't no need…to complain…girl…Ya y'…always…get along… CHORUS I said ‘Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… You can call it what you will… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx'… solo - harp / guitar [1] Way down in th’ swamp…down…’Louisiana’…way… Live a ‘ole woman…ain’t…got much…to say… But fo’…25 dolla’…oh…she… give…you…what…you need… Sh’ put a ‘spell’…on your ole man…an’ he can’t…ne-ver…be freed [3] Ya...well call up…all th'…women folk…an’ those that…come around… It's th' best dam thing…ain’t…never gonna happen in this town… But ya...know it won't…kill ‘im…but it’ll…drive...him t' drink… It'll...make 'im your's foreva…call it…th'…Voo-doo…Jinx’… ‘Voodoo Jinx’ pt. 2 CHORUS I said ‘Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx’… You can call it what you will… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx'… That's right You can call it what you will… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx'… You can call it what you will… Call it the ‘Voo-doo Jinx'… (c) Copyright Dec 28th 2013 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley – All Rights Reserved - Kapoho HI – 250-722-3224 - www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Harp Drivin’ Man [1] Ahh...He was born…on a back road… His Poppa he up…an’ he gone… Ahh...his a Momma…a lawd, rest her soul… She cried an’ cried…all night long… A now his Poppa…a he played that harp… Played it with…a mid-night moan… He’d shake that thing…rattle them reeds… Blowin’ like a c-cyclone…that's right... Now …she took a Poppa’s harp… An’ put it…in his hand… She say someday son… You'll be a harp drivin’ man… Riff Solo [2] Now he plays that thing…with a midnight moan… Melt that metal…right down to the comb… Ya, he play'd them reeds…‘til he broke ‘em all… Lookin’ jus’ like…a ch-chain saw… He got a pork-pie hat…an’ a shufflin’ band… Now he's a playin’ that thing…all across th’ land… Momma took Poppa’s harp…an' put it in my hand… She say…someday son…you'll be a harp drivin’ man… [3] Now he was born…on a back road… His Poppa he up…an’ he gone… Ahh...his a Momma…a lawd, rest her soul… She cried an’ cried…all night long… A now his Poppa…a he played that harp… Played it with…a mid-night moan… He’d shake that thing…rattle them reeds… Blowin’ like a c-cyclone…that's right... A Now his Momma…she took a Poppa’s harp… An’ put it…in his hand… She said someday son…someday soon... You gonna be a harp drivin’ man… gonna be a harp drivin' man gonna be a harp drivin' man (c) Copyright - Aug 23rd 2015 - Mark of the family Woolley - All Rights Reserved - 250-739-3322 -www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Ready or Not Ready or not here I come… [1] Girl I been chasin’ you round…this town all week… I been gettin’...pretty tired o’playin’...hide an’ seek… I’m ready to put…my heart on th' line… You show me your’s…an’ I’ll show you mine… Chorus 'Cause I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun… ready or not here I come… [2] Now...I count ten times ten…time and time again… can I count on you ...here we go again… I open my eyes…I know that you’re gone… I’m off like a shot…ready or not here I come… Chorus 'Cause I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl I'm lookin’ for some fun… ready or not here I come… Solo - guitar [3] Now...I been chasin’ you round…this town all week… I been gettin’ pretty tired o’ playin’...hide an’ seek… I’m ready to put…my heart on th' line… you show me your's...I'll show you mine... Chorus 'Cause I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl... I’m ready…ready…ready as any man can be… Girl...I'm lookin’ for some fun… ready or not here I come… Oh, that's right... Ya...I'm lookin’ for some fun… ready or not here I come… One more time fellas... Hey...I'm lookin’ for some fun… ready or not here I come… (c) Copyright June 13th, 2013 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley – All Rights Reserved – Mudge Island BC – 250-739-3322 - www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Powder Keg [1] Went down to th’ factory… factory…gates was locked… Foreman said now listen, son… all them factory wheels has stopped… I said Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a...lit fuse a windin’…straight to that...powder keg… [2] Caught m’ woman this mornin’… she was on th’ telephone… She said I’m leavin’ ya jack’… it’s time I's movin’ on… Oh Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… Got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg… Chorus Ya know th’ fuse keeps getting’ shorter...as each day goes by… And th’ powders getting’ deeper...so tinder dry… I swear just one spark...could start a glow… If I turn my back…it just might blow solo - guitar [3] When to leave this city… when to leave this town... Hard luck an' trouble... ya know they always hunt me down… I said Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg… [4] Went down to th’ factory… Factory…gates was locked… Union boss said listen, son… Ahh, this factoriesjust gonna rot… I said Lawd Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg… Chorus Ya know th’ fuse keeps getting’ shorter...as each day goes by… And th’ powders getting’ deeper...so tinder dry… I swear just one spark...could start a glow… If I turn my back…it just might blow [2] Caught m’ woman this mornin’… She was on th’ telephone… She said I’m leavin’ ya jack’… it’s time I's movin’ on… I said Lawd...Lawdy lawd…y’ know I ain’t…too proud to beg… Got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that... powder keg… that's right... I got me...a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that...powder keg… one more time... You know...I got me a lit fuse a windin’…straight to that powder keg… ©Copyright - Mark ofthefamily Woolley - Oct 18th 2015 - All Rights Reserved - 250-739-3322 - www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Walkin’ Blues intro Refrain Imma walkin' hey hey x 4 Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...hey hey... [1] well Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans… walkin’ Detroit City…ev’rywhere in between... Imma walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… walkin’…in Missouri…got th’ Chicago blues… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ troubles…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket… man…I got these walkin’ blues… [2] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand…walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… Imma walkin’ Californi… down Route 66… wakin’ up Seattle… jus’ can’t scratch th’ itch… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket...man I got these walkin' blues Refrain Imma walkin' hey hey x 4 Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...hey hey... harp solo [3] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand…walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo…Imma walkin’ Missouri…got the Chicago blues… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ troubles…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues… [4] now Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans…walkin’ Motor City…ev'rywhere in between I'm walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo…Imma walkin’ Missouri…got the Chicago blues… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ troubles…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…… man…I got these walkin’ blues… Refrain (now) Imma walkin' hey hey x 4 Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...hey hey... Walkin’ Riff / harp solo ©Copyright-May 14th 2014 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley - All Rights Reserved - Sooke BC Canada - 250-739-3322 – bluetattoobluesband@telus.net

Black Cat Blues Guitar Intro [Full Chorus] I got th' black cat blues…I got th' black cat blues… I got th' black cat blues…I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues… I can't win cause I lose…I got th' black cat blues… [1] Got me a talisman…an’ a rabbit's foot… Got 7 horseshoes…to bring me some luck… I’m gonna knock on wood…to bring me some more… I got 13 black cats...hangin’ round my door… I got the black cat blues…I got the - black - cat - blues… I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… [2] Saw me...a deep dark shadow…jus’ yesterday… Made myself scarce…stayin’ outta the way… Run under a ladder…an’a mirror get trash’d… Saw th’ paws of darkness…go right cross my path… Chorus I got the black cat blues…I got the - black - cat - blues… I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… Solos - harp [3] Now I...stutter when I talk…my heart turn to ice… My mind go to limbo…can’t think twice… My knees start to shimmy…my hands start to shake… Sky turn black as coal…th' earth began to quake… Chorus I got the black cat blues…I got the - black - cat - blues… I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… [4] Now... seven-year bad luck…when th’ mirror hit th ’floor… Can't cross th’ street…can’t get out th’ door… Run under a ladder…hit me square across the head… I break out in a cold sweat…’fraid I’m droppin’ dead… Chorus I got the black cat blues…I got the - black - cat - blues… I can’t win cause I lose…I got the black cat blues… Solo - guitar [1] Got me a talisman…an’ a rabbit's foot… I got 7 horseshoes…to bring me some luck… I’m gonna knock on wood…to bring me some more… I got 13 black cats...hangin’ round my door… Chorus I got the black cat blues…I got th' - black - cat - blues… I can’t win cause I lose…I got th' black cat blues… [Full Chorus] I got th' black cat blues…I got th' black cat blues… I got th' black cat blues…I got th' - black - cat - black cat blues… I can't win cause I lose…I got th' black cat blues… I can't win cause I lose…I got th' black cat blues… I can't win cause I'm busy losin'…I got th' black cat blues… (c) Copyright - Feb 14th, 2013 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley - All Rights Reserved – 250-739-3322 – www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com - bluetattoobluesband@telus.net

Chain-Lightnin’ [1] They call me chain-lightnin’…‘cause I always strike twice… They call me chain-lightnin’…‘cause I always strike twice… Spin th' wheel…Mamma...toss…th'…dice… [2] They call me double trouble… cause I’m a…smokin' gun…x2 When I'm done with ya baby...ya know...I'm th' one… Chorus Call me Jim Dandy…cause I’m your handyman… Ya...they call me...Jim Dandy...cause I'm your handyman... I'll fix you up now mamma…ya know…I can… Solo - harp / slide guitar [3] They call me trouble brewin'… ‘cause I’m a…steamboat shot… Ya They call me trouble brewin'… ‘cause I’m a…steamboat shot… Mamma said listen up girl…troubles…what you brought… [1] They call me chain-lightnin’…‘cause I always strike twice… They call me chain-lightnin’…‘cause I always strike twice… Spin th' wheel…Mamma...toss…th'…dice… Chorus Call me Jim Dandy…cause I’m your handyman… Ya...they call me...Jim Dandy...cause I'm your handyman... When I'm done with ya baby…ya know…I can… When I'm done with ya baby…ya know…I can… When I'm done with ya baby…ya know…I can… @Copyright - Nov 20th 2012 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley – All Rights Reserved -250-739-3322 – narrowescape@telus.net - www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Hangin' By a Thread [1] I got money in m' pocket...an' trouble in m' head... I got no money in m' pocket...but trouble in m' head. My life is tippin' in th' balance...just hangin' by a thread... [2] I...can't run from m' troubles...my feet are like lead...x 2 Lookin' over my shoulder...just hangin' by a thread... Chorus It's th' money (it's th' money)...it's th' trouble ( It's th' trouble)... It's th' whisky (it's th' whisky) and th' women (and th' women)...x2 My life is tippin' in th' balance...just...hangin' by a thread... Solos - harp / guitar [3] I drink a bottle o' whisky...every time...I lay down m' head...x 2 Without those demons in th' bottle...my life is hangin' by a thread... [4] I caught my woman with that man...my eyes saw red... When I caught her with that man...m' eyes saw red... M' life's tippin' in th' balance...jus'hangin' by a thread... Chorus (Well) it's th' money (it's th' money)...it's th' trouble (it's th' trouble)... it's th' whisky (it's th' whisky) an' th' women (an' th' women)...x2 my life is tippin' in th' balance...jus' hangin' by a thread... My life is tippin' in th' balance...jus' hangin' by a thread... My life is tippin' in th' balance...jus' hangin' by a thread... (c) Copyright Nov 21st 2003 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley - All rights Reserved - Vancouver BC -250-739-3322 - www.bluetattoobluesband.weebly.com

Walkin’ Blues intro Refrain Imma walkin' hey hey x 4 Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...hey hey... [1] well Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans… walkin’ Detroit City…ev’rywhere in between... Imma walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo… walkin’…in Missouri…got th’ Chicago blues… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ troubles…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket… man…I got these walkin’ blues… [2] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand…walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… Imma walkin’ Californi… down Route 66… wakin’ up Seattle… jus’ can’t scratch th’ itch… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ trouble…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket...man I got these walkin' blues Refrain Imma walkin' hey hey x 4 Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...hey hey... harp solo [3] Now Imma walkin’ up North…walkin’ South’n sand…walk th' East Coast…shore enough…Imma walkin’ man… walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo…Imma walkin’ Missouri…got the Chicago blues… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ troubles…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…man…I got these walkin’ blues… [4] now Imma walkin’ New York…walkin’ New Orleans…walkin’ Motor City…ev'rywhere in between I'm walkin’ Kansas City…walkin’ Kalamazoo…Imma walkin’ Missouri…got the Chicago blues… Chorus I got me a back-pack full o’ troubles…I got these walkin’ shoes… Got $40 bucks in m’ pocket…… man…I got these walkin’ blues… Refrain (now) Imma walkin' hey hey x 4 Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...Imma walkin'...hey hey... Walkin’ Riff / harp solo ©Copyright-May 14th 2014 - Mark ofthefamily Woolley - All Rights Reserved - Sooke BC Canada - 250-739-3322 – bluetattoobluesband@telus.net